Dance of the booty call

The booty call. We’ve all done it, experienced it, or did both, but now what? You are in a relationship or married, so really there is no need for the booty call….well unless you are being unfaithful which my dear is out of the bounds of my personal life. But really, when you are with someone for a long time and you want to spice things up a bit, why not input the booty call? I am personally in a long term, committed relationship and we don’t really live with each other as of yet, but I found my little experiment in “Booty Calling” to be highly effective. I’ll set the scenario up for you….

It was the weekend, the time when we separated ourselves from each other to maintain our single status sanity and give each other the space necessary to do whatever it is we needed to get done before the week found us again with no work done. Specifically it was Saturday, for me it was my cleaning day and the day I utilized to catch up on my favorite sport….dancing in my room. For him it was a day of solace on the computer to get some work done for his business. I didn’t really bother him much through-out the day because of course I too didn’t want to be bothered.

The day passes us by and I am fine with the 5-10 minutes we talked all day. But as I look at the clock and see that it is around 1:00AM, something tickles me in my loins. I wait it out for a couple minutes posting innuendos on Twitter and @replying him to it, hoping he will get the hint and call. Mostly because every woman wants to be chased and every man wants to be the chaser, even if they both know they got each other already. But he doesn’t call me and I don’t get my instant gratification from a phone call. So I take matters into my own hands.

I want some @hisnamehere Send.
Received: What do you want bookey.
Some you. Send.
Received: What do you want to do?
Have sex! Are you at home? Send.
Received: Lol! Yes I am would you like to come over?
No. I want you to come over here. Send.
Received: Uhhh ok
See you in 10? Send.
Received: Let’s make it 20
Okay. Send.
Forward. Yes I am. But the placement of the booty call was still successful. He enters into my place already knowing what I wanted and it was a little paprika on the already spicy sex life we have.

I shut down the computer and walk to my bed, his eyes following my every move. I can tell he is ready to unwrap this package nestled inside a blue cotton robe. I give him a kiss on his lips to greet him and let him know I am ready when he is ready to take me. He lays me on the bed running his hands through my now short and natural mini fro. I admire that he loves me for me even when I think I look my worse. He unfastens the belt of my robe and unmasks my nude body. He caresses me with a feathery touch, making me squirm and giggle under his fingertips. He kisses my cheeks, tends to my lips, and then re-acquaints his lips with the rest of my body.

He takes his time when he kisses my nipples, making wet circles around the areola, suckling on my nipples as I coo beneath him. His fingers are still in the foray of foreplay intensifying all the sensations taking place. I feel heady already and we haven’t even begun to get to the real subject of the night. He teases me by lightly grazing his fingertips through my fuzzy peach before he slowly makes his way down to my grove. He knows what he is doing. He knows I like to be teased. He kisses me all around and near my pussy, but doesn’t dive in. It drives me crazy, but in the end I know it’s all worth it. Finally after what feels like hours of oral foreplay, he dives tongue first into my now throbbing vagina.

I realize in order for a true booty call to work, the booty callee must know what the booty caller wants before he/she even proceeds to accept the invitation. If he would have came in asking me specifically what I wanted, as late as it was, I would have gotten out of the mood. There is always a time and place for soft sensual “conversations” and right now was not that time.

He dives tongue first into my now throbbing vagina. I squeal with the excitement of his hot breath on my clitoris. He turns his body to me so his dick is within arm’s reach of me. I jack him off slowly listening to him moan inside me. I stroke him more to increase my pleasure than to add to his own, but either way we are both feeling hot. My body going haywire is fuel for him to make me cum. I try not to concentrate on the feelings that are welling up inside me, but it’s too great for me to bear and I release.
Instant Gratification.
But the fun wasn’t over yet. I may have gotten some oral pleasure, but I still wanted to be fucked. He tells me to get to the edge of the bed and turn over. I finagle my way to the foot of the bed and sensually bend over, giving him full view of my round derriere. He stands close behind me, I can feel his dick bouncing against my ass. Excitement the fodder of its movement. He takes his finger and inserts it into my pussy, ensuring that it’s still wet and ready for him. I moan.

Slowly he slides his dick into my pussy, prepping me for him to beat it out of control. He grabs me by the hips and guides my body against his. As he slows, my body takes over. I gyrate and whine against him. His soft moans making the naughty island girl come to life. He stops me, to regain his composure and takes over. Bouncing and pounding against me, increasing the twitches and throbs welling in me. We have this sexual competition over and over. I can’t just let him have all the control and I bounce against him making him lose his cool trying to keep up with the insane dance I do against him. I have to catch my breath, panting from this cardio we do.

“I know you’re not tired?” He says to me
“No, just making sure you can keep up,” I cockily reply to him.
Our syncopation: I grab the sheets. He holds my hips. We grind against each other. He thrusts into me. I thrust against him. He holds my waist. I press against him. We are a rhythmically sexual embodiment of passion. This tango of moans and skin reaches its apex. Our dance becomes that of two exerted lovers en fuego.

Why I don’t really believe in those “male enhancement” drugs…

Everyone needs a little help in the bedroom every once in a while, but now-a-days it’s just gotten a little bit out of control. You have drugs to make him stronger, longer, wider etc., but what happened to being all natural. I can bet that if most men even knew 10% of the correct mixture of vitamins, exercise, and meditation not only would they be more fulfilled in the bedroom but their partner would be as well. I came across this article in Everyday Health, they stated the following exercises to make sex better. But before I post what they said, I am going to give my 5 exercises for better sexual health for males. I hope that you take this and incorporate it into your life as best as you can and get something out of it.

My tips
1.Running-helps with stamina, strength, and because it’s cardio if you happen to be on the larger side, it will help with not getting winded when you REALLY get into it
2.Pilates/Yoga-the deep breathing and relaxation associated with these exercises are especially good when your woman wants to “go that extra mile” so to speak. Also because there is a lot of stretching involved in these exercises, you will be more flexible
3.Dancing-Personally, I feel like the more rhythm you have in the hips, the better you are in bed. Blame it on me being the product of Jamaica. If you aren’t that rhythmically inclined, DON’T WORRY, there are plenty of ways to get your “groove on”
4.Lifting weights-ever had those moments when you want to pick your girl up and show something she NEVER experienced before? It wouldn’t be possible without that weight set…
5.Masturbation-yeah, I said it. I would consider it an exercise because from what I’ve heard, men break a sweat and get a little workout. Translated to the bedroom, he knows how to tell his woman what he wants (building confidence) and he knows how to slow himself down

Like any exercise program please consult a physician…yada yada yada. Now for Everyday Health’s Picks

Everyday Health's 5 Sexercise Tips
#1: Weight Lifting-"causes the body to produce testosterone, which is the primary precursor for the male sex drive"
#2: Kegels-"these exercises can help endurance and control by tonight the PC muscles in the body body's pelvic floor, which can lead to better sex"
#3: Yoga-"it allows your body to get into creative positions for maximum pleasure during intercourse"
#4: Fast Walking-"In a Harvard study, researchers found that aerobic exercise resulted in a 30% lower risk of erectile dysfunction"
#5: Swimming-"for at least 30 minutes three times a week will increase sexual endurance and lead to weight loss"

Everyday Health's 5 Exercises Men Can Do for Better Sex

Ambien

Day ending. Tired as hell. Ready to go to sleep but can’t.

My mind was roaming freely jumping from subject to subject. I thought about the details of my exhausting and eventful day.

I got up. Brushed my teeth. Did my hair and makeup. Got dressed. Headed out to the recreation center to teach adults that creative expression is a matter of the heart not the mind. Enjoyed lunch with my best friend. Went back to work to teach kids that paint is not food, no matter how appetizing it looks. Came home. Waited for Nathan to get home while I cooked dinner. Had dinner and discussion with the hubby….

I lay in the bed tossing from thought to thought. I think about how good Nathan looked coming out of his work clothes.

Damn he looks good, I think to myself. You would think after almost five years of marriage I would be tired of looking at him naked, but I’m not. First he takes off his shoes and leaves them in that nook in the hallway by the door, like always. He takes off his jacket and starts to hang it over the chair until he sees me looking at him, then decides against rebellion and hangs it neatly in the coat closet down the hall from our bedroom. I’m sitting on the bed fiddling with my phone when he finally enters into the bedroom, taking his button down shirt off.

“Ugh, why can’t I turn my brain off and go to sleep?” I said out loud.

He takes his shirt off, followed by his pants. My eyes are trained on him like a sniper on its target. I stare at him intently watching the bulge in his boxers, licking my lips. I imagine wrapping my lips around his dick and doing that thing with my mouth that drives him crazy until he begs me to stop.

He laughs at me concentrating on him. “Why do you always stare at me like a ‘Peeping Tom’?”

“I didn’t know it was a problem. ‘Scuse me for enjoying the view,” I laugh out loud.

I’m horny and want to have sex, but I’m also tired and I know he is too so I don’t make any sexual attempts. I slowly start to wish I had at least grabbed for his dick before turning out the light.

Day ended. Frustrated as hell. Ready to go to sleep but can’t. I toss and turn and turn and toss.

“Boo. What’s the matter? You’re making the bed shake more than an earthquake” he says.

“All I want to do is go to sleep, but I am too horny to drift off and I’m not sure if masturbating will take care of it tonight,” I tell him.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my hand inching towards my fuzzy cove. I decide against the self gratification and begin to turn on my side. Nathan slyly slides down until he is face to face with my pussy. He lifts my left leg over his shoulder, makes himself comfortable, and begins to lick my pussy. Instantly I moan because he is giving me what my body has been craving all day…release. He starts with slow, sensual licks with the tip of his tongue across my outer pussy lips. I shiver.

He accompanies the sensual licks with sporadic moments of French kissing my pussy. I shutter. I open my legs more to allow him better access, putting my hands on his head to instruct him when he finds the hidden hot spots. He is really getting into our session of cunnilingus because I can hear him moan from within me. The sensation starts to take over and I am grinding my hips into his face, not wanting him to stop.

‘Oh dear Lord thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Oh My God. Please don’t stop.’ I think to myself.

He puts me in his signature position. I turn on my side, one leg under the weight of his upper body the other high into the air. He eats my pussy sideways. Slowly he inserts one finger, then two into my now sodden pussy. He is taking me over the edge and I like it. He slowly glides his fingers in and out of me to the same rhythm of his mouth assaulting my pussy. My moans and groans the soprano to our nocturnal orchestra. I can feel myself drifting away to another world, a world where multiple orgasms are a constant.

My body contorted under his arms, I wrap my right leg around his neck and grind harder into his face. He wants me to cum and cum hard, I try not to disappoint.

‘Oh God if. He. Puts his mouth….ooooh yes!’

He puts his whole mouth over my swollen clitoris and begins to lightly suckle on it as if it were my nipple. It’s driving me wild. My thoughts become incoherent.

‘Fuck. Fuck. Oh Shit. Fuck. Oh. Oh Oh.’

With one final suckle and thrust from his fingers, I squirt sweet nectar into his mouth. I cum with such force that I lose myself for several moments as the waves of please overpower me.

Nathan is past the point of being horny. My body doesn’t get the opportunity to take a deep breath before he is swinging my body around to meet his. He pulls me towards him, ass half hanging off the bed. He grabs my legs from underneath and lifts me to meet the thrusts of his dick.

I think to myself, in between orgasms: ‘I guess his dick got jealous of his mouth.’

He pounds into me with force, either determined to get another powerful orgasm out of me or trying to rid his body of tension as well. I roll my hips with his each thrust. I rub on his chest and reach for him to kiss me. He unlocks my legs from his hold and I wrap them around his waist. We adjust ourselves, while still hinged, and he positions himself directly above me giving me the kiss I requested. We kiss intensely for a while as he slow grinds into me.

“I love you,” He says to me breathlessly.

“Mmmm. I love you too,” I say to him in between moans.

We leave the formality behind as we switch into a new position. We move horizontally in the middle of the bed. I lay on my stomach with him laying on top of me. He humps me from behind. I feel a new wave every time his dick inches out of my pussy and then slams back into it. I start to lose my mind.

‘Oh my goodness. He is fucking me retarded right now.’

I grab the sheets as I lift my ass to give him more access. He grabs my hips and thrusts into me. Going in and out at the same tempo of our combined moans. He’s like a drug to me right now, I can’t get enough of him but if we don’t stop now I’m going to be addicted.

There is urgency in his thrusts now, my body is past satisfied, he announces to me that he is about to arrive and I tell him I’m right behind him.

‘Cum baby. Cum baby. Cum.’

With the last of his energy he beats my pussy senseless until he has arrived at our destination. I howl with excitement. We collapse. Really it was more like I laid flat, exhausted, and he collapsed on top of me.

He raises up to go to the bathroom to clean himself up and fix me a warm washcloth. Being the gentlemen he is, he cleanses me with care. Once finished he takes the wash cloth to the hamper in the bathroom.

By the time he returns, I am asleep having fantastical adventures in dream land.

Loose

“Goose get you loose, Gone on Patron….” yeah I was feeling exactly that. Loose and gone, but it’s so funny how just the right amount of alcohol in your system will break down all inhibitions and make you more adventurous than normal.

It was a late night of partying, heavy drinking, and hellified fun. The city’s annual bar crawl celebration was taking place this weekend, so the liquor was being poured heavily and the merry times were constantly rolling. My boyfriend came in town to celebrate the festivities, while at the same time keeping me company. With him there, I felt more than safe… compelling me to be just a little bit over the top.

We went bar hopping with our bar crawl passes trying out each spot’s signature drink of choice. I tried all drinks with fruity nicknames (Strawberry Kisses, Pineapple Kamikaze, Raspberry Delight) mostly because I enjoyed the fact that I couldn’t tell I was getting drunk. My boyfriend, Dave, decided to keep his drinks manly; only indulging in drinks by that man named Jack. I stumble out of our final bar, elated to be able to go home, take off my shoes, and relax.

We walk up the stairs to my apartment. Actually it was more like Dave carried me, Tarzan style, up the stairs as I giggled uncontrollably. All of my roommates had left for whatever reason, I didn’t really care. Being alone had me in the mood to do some raunchy, dirty, filthy things with my man.

"Baby, I want to fuck, but I don't want to fuck regular. I want to be experimental." I said to him, words half slurred and inebriated.

He looked at me puzzled and intrigued. He was used to my sexual bluntness but for the life of him I don't think he knew how to answer the questions my body was asking him.

"Well, boo what do you want to do? I'm down for whatever. I just know I want to fuck the shit out of you..." he replied.

I looked at him, ready to pounce on him like a lioness on her king. I left him standing in the middle of the floor and got some supplies together for the sensational uncensored sex we were about to experience.

Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out my favorite vibrator. It's a simple contraption that does complicated things to me. I pulled out lubrication because…well the sex is better when it’s wetter. But most importantly, I pulled out the condoms. No explanation needed.

I set all the goodies down within reach on the night stand.

He looks at me trying to figure out what kind of kinkiness I was going to put on him, today.

"Don't worry baby, most of that stuff is for me..." I assure.

I kiss him with passion letting him know that whatever is about to take place next is going to push our sexual relationship to the next level. Slowly, I unbutton his shirt and push it backwards off his shoulders. He caresses my back with his strong hands, squeezing me with fervor. We grope and fondle each other, warming our bodies up until the fire alarms are blazing.

I tell him to squeeze and rub my derriere. Rub and fondle my pussy. Massage my tongue with his. Turn the fire up welling deep inside me.

I turn around to let him kiss the weak spots on my neck and back. He knows these areas are guaranteed to send me over the top. We walk forward towards the bed, where we fall without missing a beat of kissing each other. I take the vibrator and graze it past my clitoris sending tingles up and down my spine. He takes his time licking circles and letters into my shoulder blades and down my spinal column. I can feel his dick knocking on my backdoor, impatiently wanting to enter into the forbidden zone. I tell him to give me the lube while he puts on the condom. I graciously oil myself up, ensuring that I am more than slippery allowing him full access.

He enters me with slow concentrated strokes, becoming a part of me inch by inch. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but the curtain of cocktails had me feeling brave to take him on. Minutes go by and he has finally entered me fully. He continues to stroke me, gently and nurturingly. The hum of the vibrator playing its orchestra, the soundtrack to our night of naughtiness.

His stroke began to take on a life of its own as the pressure around him becomes more and more open. It’s driving me crazy the feeling of something new and dangerous and the thought of knowing we never did this before. It feels as if he has a new angle on stroking my pussy without even being in it. The vibrator takes the pleasure farther over the top. The lubrication makes the adventure more and more pleasurable.

I tell him he can stroke me faster and harder. He follows directions well and begins to stroke me at level 3. I send myself further over the top by putting the vibrator into my pussy and imaging being with two men at the same time. It’s a naughty thought that gets me more open and more wet. He reaches to the front of my body and massages my clitoris with one hand and squeezes my breast with the other. He can sense that I am his and takes over.

I tell him he can fuck me however he wants me and he does. I start to think to myself, “those long minutes of him going slow must have been a pure tease to him…”

“Fuck me harder daddy, fuck me harder,” I scream.

He starts to stroke me the same way he beats my pussy when we are fucking. All I can hear, in between my moans, is the slapping sound of his thighs against my ass and the hum of the vibrator in my pussy. I put the vibrator back on my clitoris, feeling myself about to lose control. His dick goes in and out of my ass, giving it a taboo but tantalizing therapy session. My legs begin to shake uncontrollably and I can tell he is about to lose himself too. His dick plummets my ass and just like that the world freezes around us….

We collapse in a sweaty, post-orgasmic, elated semi-embarrassed heap.
He slowly withdraws, getting up to excuse himself to the bathroom.
I retrieve a towel from the closet, clean myself up.

No longer drunk, I smile to myself; completely aware of the effects of getting loose.

Safe Adventures in Trysexualism...

Everyone who reads this blog knows that I am an advocate of many things. One thing I advocate is try-sexualism. The article below discusses something every couple should try at least once in their relationship and how to do it safely. Enjoy!

Safe Adventures in Trysexualism

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